Prose

When the Light Hits Just Right . Honorable Mention in Light Breaks Water Challenge.
Dedicated to my “Diddy” “Nobody is as good as they seem, or as bad as they seem.” He wrote it down before he died. Folded it into one of the letters
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
No Face
I’m a man with no name No face My mind disconnected My heart lost in space A fantastic phantom animating atoms Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
You-16
So many days I wept over you You thought I leapt over you But in reality I didn’t know what to do My heart has been kept by you
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Drop
O Water! Thou crystal spirit of divine hue, Whose silence sings more than the tongue of dew. Born before time, in Eden's golden jar,
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
The Gospel of Water
I am the drop you forgot on your lips, The river you mocked in plastic slips, The ocean that wept when you turned to war,
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
Twenty-sixth Find of the Meaning of Life Scavenger Hunt. Content Warning.
Wake up frantic. Not quite a panic, “it wasn’t real,” let's applaud the undoing of ten years of therapy. Appreciate the sheen, never know what it means. ‘never needed to’ lost file of the wishful thought police. Night of wisdom without a character arc that has a bark with no dog of origin. Friday night in—fine here we go---
By Willem Indigoabout a year ago in Poets
YOU CAN'T SAY THAT
... "you can't say that" Truthfully I wish I could And at times I wish I would Sometimes… Sour thoughts Pucker my lips shut
By KARPEabout a year ago in Poets
Dancing Flames
Maybe my face betrays me as I bite my tongue not to say it. Or maybe it’s the music, the songstress is my snitch. With a melody of her rage she doesn’t disguise her hate.
By Aissa Martellabout a year ago in Poets
They don't know. Honorable Mention in I Didn’t Say That Out Loud Challenge.
I almost asked you today. But I didn't. Between your hesitation or "no", I'll take the high road. The road that leads to another X on the calendar.
By Dabout a year ago in Poets
When the Hour Strikes, the Silence Will Speak
O Man of pride! O King of Dust! O traveler chasing winds and rust! Thy crown is made of fleeting breath, Thy throne—a speck beneath the Death.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
When the Hourglass Breaks
When the hourglass breaks and the sands have spilled, And silence falls where the noise once thrilled, We stand before the mirror of the End—
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
When the Hourglass Breaks
When the hourglass breaks and the sands have spilled, And silence falls where the noise once thrilled, We stand before the mirror of the End—
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets